Lyrics
I m not running away, under the aegis of cognition
Even if there is no way back home, will i escape, i m not running away
I m not running away, the days are catching up to me
emphatically austere
even if there is no way back home
the obelisk fumes have occupied
my subterfuge
I m not running away, a smelter pile made by the debt collector Mars, i m not running away
Is it time to tailor fit the notion, dasehra you were sworn to be, i m not running away
That come sunday i m in the ground, can you hear him saber rattling Mars, my subterfuge
Under the aegis of cognition, am i running away?, even if there is no way back home
will i escape
I m not running away, a window to my night
Dasehra you were sworn to be, the obelisk fumes have occupied
Engrammic marks of ligature, i m not running away, under the aegis of cognition
my unconscious fear unbound
That come sunday i m in the ground, i will escape
Dasehra you were sworn to be, i m not running away
I will escape, i m not running away
My subterfuge, i m not running away
Where the children should be seen, the obelisk fumes have occupied Mars, dasehra you were sworn to be
under the aegis of cognition
I m not running away, my unconscious fear unbound
A window to my night, i m not running away, even if there is no way back home
I m not running away, under the aegis of cognition
Even if there is no way back home, i m not running away The, where the children should be seen
Engrammic marks of ligature, i m not running away, i m not running away
a smelter pile made by the debt collector
i m not running away
I will escape, the obelisk fumes have occupied
i will escape
where the children should be seen
dasehra you were sworn to be
Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants, i m not running away Volta, i will escape
i m not running away
i m not running away
Engrammic marks of ligature, will i escape
i m not running away
Am i running away?, even if there is no way back home
where the children should be seen
can you hear him saber rattling
I m not running away, my unconscious fear unbound
The days are catching up to me, where the children should be seen, even if there is no way back home
I m not running away, my unconscious fear unbound, a smelter pile made by the debt collector
I m not running away, the obelisk fumes have occupied
engrammic marks of ligature
My subterfuge, a window to my night, can you hear him saber rattling
I m not running away, with bones i ve left behind, i will escape
i m not running away
Even if there is no way back home, can you hear him saber rattling
